not gonna lie, every time I see that trending stuff about Babar Azam, I remember when I tried to impress a crush by showing off my 'sports knowledge' and accidentally called him a famous dessert. literally went on about "that Azam baklava game" while my friends stared at me like I was speaking a different language. now, I am a cringe museum exhibit and he probably still doesn't know my name, soooo...
it's 3 am and i'm still wide awake, spiraling over the fact that i cheated on a test that literally changed my life. i mean, i glanced around the room like i was starring in a high-stakes heist movie, whispering “sorry” to the desks for disturbing their peace as i slid a cheat sheet from my sleeve. then my hand slipped, and it crumpled loudly as the teacher turned around, and now i’m just praying ...
it’s not that i enjoy organizing my spice cabinet more than going out with friends. it’s just that honestly, the way that jar of cumin looks in alphabetical order gives me this strange sense of accomplishment. meanwhile, my friends are living their best lives while i’m over here literally debating the merits of paprika versus smoked paprika. who knew this would be my life?
it’s not that i enjoy organizing my spice cabinet more than going out with friends. it’s just that honestly, the way that jar of cumin looks in alphabetical order gives me this strange sense of accomplishment. meanwhile, my friends are living their best lives while i’m over here literally debating the merits of paprika versus smoked paprika. who knew this would be my life?
I stopped sharing good news because people look at me like I just declared I have superpowers. Like, sorry I had an amazing breakfast. Who knew avocado toast would lead to moral outrage. Sometimes I feel like I should send a public apology every time I smile. What’s next, should I just yell "I’m happy" in a room full of… uh… totally supportive people… I guess? #awkwardlife #justtryingtocelebrate